Upon the scorched earth, under the scorching sun.
Hundreds of Corpse Soldiers were tearing at and devouring one another. This seemed to be their only form of amusement. On the distant horizon, six figures split into three groups, racing toward Yuma County from three different directions.
Soon, the six of them approached the area where the Corpse Soldiers were fighting. A few on the periphery immediately spotted them. They turned instinctively toward the group, but as soon as they did, their bodies silently burst apart. At the center of each explosion, two rapidly spinning metal spheres appeared.
As the spheres spun, their surfaces emitted a layer of earthen-yellow Spiritual Qi visible to the naked eye. Afterward, they flew back toward one of the six cultivators.
"Nothing but a pile of mincemeat!"
Gao Ding, still moving at full speed, caught the metal spheres. He sounded quite pleased with himself as he spoke, glancing over at Wang Ping and Guangxuan to his right.
"…"
